Yesterday, it turns out, was Valentine’s Day. What is that? No clue, myself. The problem was that neither did Bernie. We were over at Suzie’s place. Have I mentioned Suzie? She’s great! Bernie likes her and I’m pretty sure she likes Bernie, although yesterday she was kind of quiet, even looking at Bernie kind of funny once or twice. Then the door bell rang and a delivery guy dropped off flowers. Bernie’s mouth opened and stayed that way for a bit. Ended up that the flowers came from Dylan McKnight, Suzie’s old boyfriend. In the past, right? But maybe not. I took care of those flowers as soon as I could, but it was too late.


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  3. Max the dog
    8:55 pm on October 23rd, 2012

    Hi Chet, my name is Max. I often go by Maxy although sometimes the daughter of my people embarrasses me by calling me Maxipad, and in public even! Grrrr…..

    My humans are old and lazy and so am I. I’m a mutt with German Shepard and who knows what in me, which makes me fashionably both blond and a brunette! My chin has become grizzled and I like to lie on the couch with my head hanging down. I appear to be asleep but I can often hear my humans wondering why my head is not pulling me to the ground, and whether there is too much blood in my brain when I do this and other nonsense!

    I could have been one of those therapy hospital dogs because I am calm and love everybody, particularly since I discovered that there are so many styles of petting. Of course I am a terrible watchdog and would never be able to be a detective like you. I just wag my tail at anybody but my male human claims I would know if someone had criminal intentions. My female human looks doubtful at that but she promises to protect me from bad guys and gals.

    I love the water the rain has left in odd place such as an old tire (did I already say my humans are lazy and haven’t got rid of it after all that time (days, months, years?). The older and odder the water the better, yum!

    I’ve asked my humans to post a picture of me but they haven’t read the instruction book that came with their cell phone so they don’t know how. I repeatedly dropped that booklet on their lap or on the ground they look bored by the whole project. They mumble something about how it was bad enough going from using quills (from white hens in the backyards of old monks way back when) to writing with less picturesque implements. I too miss writing with quills because my job would have been to chase those hens so that my humans could pluck one of their tail feathers.

    Chet I really admire your bravery and enjoy reading about your adventures, well my humans do but they tell me about them. So I am happy to have made your acquaintance!

    Tail wags and a thorough butt sniff to you,


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